Fred Babbin

Why Do I Wear Red Suspenders? - Poem by Fred Babbin

My red suspenders – Red— Not the scarlet red of the used-up, spent blood of the veins, but crimson— the bright-red oxygen saturated arterial liquid of life.- That link to consciousness and stimulant of existence.

As blood supports my life, those braces, those garters, those hangers, those supporters, those suspensories, those Red Suspenders— help cover my nakedness as the God-made garment covered Adam.